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“Yeah, well, you said you like spontaneousright? Museu his eyes like he’s ready to fall asleep “I can’t handle that shit without a little fun first”

Wow

Congratulations, Paige Nothing like celebrating your shiny new rock star job in the arts by going out with a dude who needs to be hammered to enjoy an art museum

I try to sht direction

“Uh “Why didn’t you just tellelse” And I could’ve swiped the other way, but he talked a good game

I expected a cultured, witty professional to show up and sweep me off my feet from the texts we shared Not this whiskey fish of a man

What gives?

He holds up a finger, grazing it over his lips like it should be sexy or so

He’s ordering another shot the second our bartender is back in range

She walks away, and his eyes stick to her ass When she’s no longer in our line of sight, he turns back to face me “I never disappoint, babe”

Babe

Again

Blargh

But otten

Pushing lare at him I’m about to end this sideshow and head for the museum myself when he lays a floppy hand across mine

“Okay, babe Okay I get the hint Last one, I promise, then it’s Beethoven city”

I don’t bother telling him Beethoven wasn’t an artist—at least not the visual kind

The bartender colass

“Can you close out the tab?” Nameless asks

“The wine’s on a separate ticket,” I say quickly

No point in letting him pay for my drink There won’t be a second date

“No biggie” He shakes his head “I’ve got it”

“It’s cool” I dig my debit card out of my purse

He puts his hand over ot it You’re hanging with a gentleman”

I’ a few bucks on a drink seems like the least I deserve for this torture

So I drop the card back in my purse and mutter a “thanks” This seeallery, and maybe he won’t be such a dud there